Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

Security Office, Jiangnan University.

The newly installed LCD surveillance wall presents every corner of the campus without any blind spots, from the quiet study area of ​​the library to the basketball boys sweating on the playground, everything is clearly visible.

Li Changfeng sat upright in front of the monitoring console, his eyes focused, as if analyzing the enemy's firepower deployment on the high ground. To his right was a glass of untouched cold water.

Old Zhao was comfortably sunk into the sofa, holding a brand-new enamel mug half-filled with bright red goji berries. He squinted, seemingly dozing, but his peripheral vision remained fixed on the largest screen in the center.

In the scene, Su Ming is sitting by the window on the third floor of the library, with a thick book, "Principles of Finance," open in front of him.

Everything was unusually calm.

Old Zhao took a sip of hot tea, smacked his lips, and said, "Old Li, wouldn't you say we're living a retired life ahead of schedule now? Enjoying the scenery and keeping an eye on the students every day, isn't that great?"

Li Changfeng didn't speak, but simply stretched out his finger and tapped the control panel, zooming in on the area where Su Ming was located.

"You know what, the way this kid sits reading really does look like a model student." Old Zhao shifted to a more comfortable position. "Look how focused his eyes are, how absorbed he is when he writes, who would have thought..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Ming in the surveillance footage suddenly stopped writing.

He pulled the old cell phone out of his canvas bag.

The atmosphere in the duty room immediately became tense.

Old Zhao sat up abruptly from the sofa, slamming his enamel mug onto the coffee table, spilling a few drops of warm tea.

"He took out his phone." Old Zhao's voice was very low and trembling slightly.

Li Changfeng's eyes sharpened, and his fingers on the control panel tightened abruptly, his knuckles tapping softly on the table.

In the video, Su Ming is looking down at his phone screen, his fingers tapping on the keyboard. Then, he stops, looks up at the window, and seems to be deep in thought.

This pause was particularly jarring to Lao Zhao.

"Look at his pause, and that look in his eyes... he's definitely not looking up words." Old Zhao suddenly leaned closer to the screen, lowered his voice, and said warily, "Old Li, look, is he looking at that 'Zhongxun' app again? Has some oil tycoon in the Middle East offered an exorbitant reward again?"

Li Changfeng ignored him, but his left hand silently slid under the table and his fingertips steadily pressed the cap of the quick-acting heart medicine bottle.

"He frowned! He's definitely not satisfied with the price!" Old Zhao's voice suddenly rose, and he stood up excitedly. "No, we can't let him take this! Last time in Africa, it was three warlords fighting each other. This time, if we go to the Middle East, those tycoons have regular armies built with real money, and missiles too!"

Li Changfeng took a breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Shut up."

Just then, Su Ming's phone screen seemed to light up, and a notification popped up.

Su Ming glanced at it, then looked down again and began typing rapidly on his phone.

"Oh no!" Old Zhao slapped his thigh. "He's finalizing the details with his next client! Look at his typing speed, it's like he's sending a telegram!"

He suddenly stood up and paced anxiously back and forth in the duty room.

"Old Li, do you think I can make it in time if I rush over there now and unplug the library's internet cable?"

"Do you think he needs a wired internet connection?" Li Changfeng asked coldly.

Old Zhao stopped in his tracks.

Yeah, that kid was able to shoot down a helicopter with a rock in Lop Nur last time. Cutting his internet cable is probably no different than handing him a toothpick.

"What should we do then? Just watch?" Old Zhao asked anxiously.

"Keep a close eye on him." Li Changfeng pulled up the official website of Jiangnan Airlines, his finger hovering over the flight search button. "If he dares to buy an outbound ticket, even if it's against the rules, we have to rush over and grab his legs!"

The two were so engrossed in the screen that they forgot to breathe.

Time passed by, second by second.

In the video, Su Ming finishes typing, puts away his phone, picks up a pen, and casually starts writing and drawing on the book again.

In the duty room, two tense gazes lingered on him for a full five minutes.

"…Damn, that scared me to death." Old Zhao plopped back down on the sofa, grabbed his enamel mug, and gulped down a huge mouthful before he felt alive again. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "You know, we've crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, how come we're so easily frightened by a student's phone notification sound?"

Li Changfeng released his grip on the medicine bottle and leaned back in his chair. Only then did he realize that his back was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

The next few hours were a bittersweet ordeal for the two of them.

When Su Ming went to the cafeteria for meals, they kept a close eye on the hands of the auntie serving the food, afraid that there might be some hidden intelligence in that spoonful of braised pork.

When Su Ming went for a walk on the playground, they zoomed in on the footage to the extreme, analyzing everyone who passed by him to determine whether they were imposters or not.

Su Ming's return to the dormitory... was an even bigger disaster. There were no security cameras in the dormitory, and those half hours were torture for both of them, every second was an ordeal.

The two of them finally breathed a sigh of relief when the dormitory lights went out.

Nothing happened that night.

The next afternoon, Su Ming appeared at the school gate carrying his canvas bag.

"Alarm! Alarm!" Old Zhao jumped up again. "He's carrying a bag! He's going on a long trip!"

Li Changfeng quickly zoomed in. In the footage, Su Ming walked briskly and looked relaxed as he headed towards the school gate.

Judging by the direction, we're heading to the city center.

"Check! Check his phone for any records of him buying train tickets!" Li Changfeng roared.

"No! Absolutely clean!" Old Zhao's hands flew across the keyboard.

"Then what did he go to do?"

Just as the two were filled with suspicion and were about to rush out to stop the person, Su Ming stopped at the school gate.

Instead of going out directly, he turned around and looked in the direction of the security office.

Through the glass, he seemed to see two people inside.

Li Changfeng and Lao Zhao froze in their tracks.

The next second, Su Ming grinned, his smile radiant. He raised his hand and waved vigorously in the direction of the duty room.

After waving, he turned around, merged into the crowd, and disappeared around the street corner.

In the duty room.

Li Changfeng and Lao Zhao remained frozen in place, staring at the empty school gate, motionless for a long time.

After a long while, Old Zhao shakily picked up his enamel mug and muttered to himself, "Old Li... was he... mocking us just now?"

Li Changfeng did not answer.

He simply unscrewed the medicine bottle, poured out two quick-acting heart pills, and put them in his mouth.